Okay. Chapter 4. Sorry about being so slow, but I'm really busy, and I never have enough time on my computer to finish the chapters. Hope you like this chapter. Oh, and this is my first fic, so I'm hoping for reviews.
Chapter 4 – Halloween
Hermione's POV
When I woke up this morning, I hadn't noticed what day it was. That is, until I looked at my calendar to see it was the day before Halloween. I gasped; glad it was early in the day. I was supposed to help with last minute decorations in the Great Hall. Well not help, directly. I was in charge of the prefects, and I was to be telling them what to do. Anyway, I got ready quickly, and then raced out my door to run into a surprised Malfoy. I suppose he had come to remind me of, as he put it, "the decorating thing". It turns out we left at the same time, so we were walking together. In silence, which was good. On the way I met Ron. He told me to meet Harry and him in the library later, when I was done.
Draco and I walked into the Great Hall. No work had been done yet. I walked over to the group of prefects. "All right, we should start with the jack-o-lanterns. It's your job to place them over there," I pointed, "while Malfoy and I start with the lights." It was tiring. When we finished, I started to leave right away.
"Mudblood," I heard someone say, and I knew very well who it was. I turned, to see Draco Malfoy standing there, my bag in his hand. "You forgot this?"
I strolled over to him, grabbed the bag, and walked away. I hurried to the library, because I was angry. I couldn't help but walk fast, because I wanted to talk to Harry and Ron about Malfoy. He was getting on my last nerve and his insults weren't helping. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and before long, I didn't know where I was.
"Oh, man, why did I have to get lost now? Harry and Ron are waiting for me! I'm so dumb, I can't believe I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" I muttered to myself, outraged that I could be so dumb. I really wanted to talk to Ron and Harry, and let off some steam, and now I didn't even know where I was!
Draco's POV
I was walking through the halls, wondering what I was doing. Why was I following Granger? I guess I didn't have anything better to do. It was actually fun, trying to make sure that she didn't notice me tailing her. Then I heard her muttering to herself. I laughed in my head, knowing this was the perfect chance to uncover my whereabouts.
"Talking to yourself, eh Granger? You know, that is the first step to insanity," I said, smirking.
I saw her jump, and then turn around.
"No, Draco Malfoy! You are!" she bellowed. Wow. That stung. Well, a little bit.
I ceased my insults. Maybe I could be civil to her, and show her the way back to the library. I was worth a try, due to the fact that we would be in the same common room for the rest of the year. I mean, I could use a friend sometimes. When I think about my mother, I always feel so lonely. It's as if I lost everything. Which I basically did. Maybe I shouldn't be such a git anymore.
"Well, Granger, if you'd like, I can show you the way back to the library. I know where we are, and you…uh, don't," I said Well, that wasn't smooth, but what can I say. She glared at me, but started to walk towards me, which was progress. Then I started to walk towards the library, Granger in tail.
I loved the looks on Potter and Weasley's faces. They looked horrified when they saw Hermione Granger walk in with me. And their expressions were even more amusing when she gave me a little "Thank you" before walking off. I then went off to our common room, hoping to get a bit of homework done.
Hermione's POV
Harry and Ron didn't look too happy when I walked in with Malfoy. Oh well. We went over homework, and then Harry left because he needed to work on a new play for the Quidditch team. He had been picked captain this year. I was looking for a book on complex potions when Ron came up behind me.
"Um, Hermione, next weekend is Hogsmeade, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me," he said. I think I knew somewhere in the back of my head that Ron had liked me for a while, but I never thought about it. But I knew what my answer would be anyway.
"Sure, Ron," I said with a smile. I kissed him on the cheek and walked away, back to the common room. I knew kissing him on the cheek would shock him, and looking back, I could see he hadn't moved from the spot where we were standing before. 'He'll be fine,' I thought, laughing.
Draco's POV
I was on the couch, reading, when Hermione walked into the room. She had a smile on her face. I was about to say something stupid to her, but I changed my mind at the last moment and went back to my book. I think she noticed, but she just went back up to her room.
The next day, I woke up rather chipper, which is quite odd for me at this point in my life. Today was the Halloween feast. I remembered about this cloak that my mother made for me, and decided to wear it. It was a normal black cloak, except it had orange around the edges of the sleeves, the bottom, and the neckline. It was perfect to wear on Halloween.I walked over to my trunk, but as soon as I pulled the cloak out, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat on the floor, against my bed, and cried. I guess I didn't notice that I had left my door open.
Hermione's POV
I walked into the common room. Then I heard it. It was a quiet sound, but I could tell where it was coming from. I walked over to Draco's door, to see him crying. Now that scared me. Draco Malfoy always seems like a strong person. Arrogant, but strong. And to see him breaking down, well, then it seems like the world is falling apart. I turned and was about to walk away before he spotted me, when I heard him speak.
"She loved me, you know. No one else has ever loved me like she loved me," he said in a calm voice, staring at the wall.
"Who?" I asked, confused.
"My mother," he answered plainly. "I don't think I'll be attending the feast, so if anyone asks, tell them where I am," he said.
"Sure," I said hesitantly, before walking away.
I decided to go to the library to pass the time before the feast. I picked up a book and sat down. After a while I couldn't read it anymore. I couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. What was he talking about? Not too long ago I heard a rumor about his mother being dead, but I thought it wasn't true. I must have been. I can't help but feel bad for him. He obviously had a hard life. With Lucius Malfoy as a father I don't think life would be too cheerful.
I jumped when I heard someone behind me. Turning, I noticed it was Malfoy. I don't think he saw me, because he went straight over to a bookshelf. Then he sat down with a very thick book, and started reading. After a moment, he looked up. I must have been staring at him or something, because he saw me and smiled. Draco Malfoy smiled. He smiled at me, a 'mudblood'. Now that's the kind of thing you tell your grandchildren about. I went back to my book.
Every time I looked up, he was staring at me. I didn't know why. So I walked over to him.
"Um, are you okay?" I asked, because by now, I was worried. He was sitting there, staring straight ahead, not doing anything.
"Yes, fine," he said, not moving. "I'm going. I'll see you later, at the feast," he said, getting up and walking away. Being totally confused, I decided to forget about it and go back to my book.
As it turns out, he actually went to the feast. I'm pretty sure this is going to be a strange year.
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